I am always reliving such an anectdote, Atrias. When I was in fifth grade and we were taking a tour of the middle school, the sixth graders always called us shrips, or something along those lines, despite the fact that some of us were the same age as them. So I said, "We're not shrimps!" Thus, a supervisor patted my head, and soothingly said, "Of course you're not!" Pissing me off even more.
Em, you used to teach?
CanadianSnowbird: I guess it was also because of my upbringing. My mother had always treated me as a peer and had always considered my ideas and thoughts just as she would a coworker's. Or at least it was like that for as long as I can remember.
Updated On: 1/7/06 at 06:53 PM